Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) by Tim Miller Page B

like hell. His face was bruised and covered in blood while his clothes were torn up. She had no idea how he’d found them, but was happy he had, except for the being dragged unconscious part. That wasn’t how she pictured him coming to her rescue.
         “Daddy?” Ma said looking at her, then toward him. “Aww, isn’t that sweet? Her daddy here came to her rescue.”
         “Not much of a rescue. He was in the closet with the Sheriff for some reason. The Sheriff yelled my name and he shot him in the face, so I punched him out,” Cletus said.
         “Aww, poor Randy. He and I go way back. What a shame,” Ma said.
         “I’m sorry Ma. His brains also got all over your nightgown and your new dress,” Cletus said.
         Her face curled into a scowl as she walked over and kicked April’s dad as he slowly began moving around.
         “Daddy! Wake up! Dad!” she screamed, but Marty backhanded her, knocking her back. The tingling in her breasts turned into a burning feeling. She hoped she didn’t get into some kind of flesh eating bacteria in that swamp that will end up eating her tits off. She tasted blood in her mouth from where Marty slapped her. She wanted to kill him so badly. Earlier she had only felt fear, and terror. Now it was pure rage.
         “Look at her Ma, I think she’s gettin' mad!” Marty mocked pointing at her. With her hands and feet bound with duct tape, she wasn’t going to do anything and he knew it. Yet he stood there taunting her. “Aww you gettin' mad? Whatcha gonna do?”
         The burning in her breasts spread to the rest of her body. She didn’t know what was happening but couldn’t control it. The rage, the hate, the anger intensified as she struggled against the duct tape but nothing was giving. As she struggled, Marty had stopped taunting her. He actually looked sick and confused.
         “What’s going on?” he said. “What the…oh. Oh god, oh shit.” He undid his pants and took his dick out. It was rock hard and throbbing, but he was doing nothing to it. “Ma! What’s happening to my pecker?”
         “I dunno son! Does it hurt?”
         “No! It feels good. Oh man. Oh shit, oh oh.” He howled as he ejaculated all over the floor. His whole body was tense as he fell to the ground with his jizz dripping all over his legs. April wasn’t sure what to make of the whole thing though
         Cletus was behind his Ma going through the same thing, but was quieter about it. His big dick was out and throbbing wildly. He ejaculated so hard, half his load got on Ma herself, hitting her in the face just as she turned to look at him.
          “Dammit Cletus! You got yer pecker snot all over me!” Ma screamed as she wiped herself off, but the jizz was thick and stringy as she tried to wipe it with her hands. “What the hell is wrong with you boys?”
         “I dunno Ma,” Marty said lying on the ground. “Damn, that felt good. I don’t know what….Oh…oh shit. Again? Oh, oh fuck!” he said as he watched his dick harden again.
         “Watch out Ma! I’m gonna blow another one!” Cletus yelled from behind her. April closed her eyes as Cletus and Marty both grunted. She’d noticed the tingling in her boobs and vagina had stopped and the weird feeling from earlier was gone. She opened her eyes as Cletus looked at her.
         “Damn that felt real good,” he said, but he didn’t say it. At least not out loud. What? His mouth wasn’t moving. “I sure would like to go over and hump that girl a good one. She all naked and muddy. I like muddy chicks,” he said, but she was hearing his thoughts? Was that possible?  And if she could hear his, could he hear hears? Apparently not.
         “Cletus, you two clean this mess up. Then you can play with this one. I might have a little fun with her myself,” Ma said she picked up a crowbar. “I can think of a few places to put this.”
         April cringed at the